I try to say his name but the pleasure is overwhelming. Then without warning his fingers are delving into the depths of my pussy, touching every sensi...ive spot. His mouth is on my clit, sucking, licking, and then sucking again. He’s persistent. Patient. He continues pleasuring me for what seems like forever. But I can feel it coming. I know that I’m near the point of no return. I’m moaning and shrieking, calling out his name over and over with God thrown in a few times too. The rush of. “THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE ... ARE YOU GOING TO OPEN THIS DOOR.”“OK ... I, m coming ... I was having a nap” I shouted.“Girls ... Quick grab your things and go upstairs into a bedroom and hide. And don’t make a sound until I tell you they’ve gone OK. “?“OK Mister...”.“Quickly ... get upstairs...”I opened the front door and Ploy was looking really sheepish holding her head down.Mrs Green demanded, “Well let us in then, we need to have a serious talk”.I opened the door to let them in and Ploy. She wandered around the shop, pausing to study a new display of locally produced jams. She admired the pickled walnuts, lined up in their jars on the shelf above. Ruth had designed the labels, and they looked great, really professional. When she heard the door open she spun round assuming it would be Sally, back, sooner than expected. But it wasn’t Sally, it was William -Richard’s younger brother. He was glaring at her as he stalked across the shop towards the counter and she was reminded of. It's a good cock isn't it?" Ummmhhhph," is the closest that you can do in reply. Your mouth is already stuffed with the cock. There isn't enough room to breathe around it let alone talk with it in your mouth. He starts to move his hips. Oh, he's fucking your mouth. Oh, that's hot. You wish he could see your face while his cock fills your mouth.You go low so that he goes as deep as possible with each thrust and pull up as he pulls out. You want him to fuck your face as deep as he can. He reaches.